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Mark Twain

Tactfulness in Toe

Lucretia manages to play the piano and sometimes even sings… She has a sense for people and knows just how to be in good company…
“In the battle of existence,
Talent is the punch;
Tact is the clever footwork.” _ Wilson Mizner

It is like a Tic Tac Toe  game and the perfect alignment says BINGO!

I have a short story to share, thank God, and three fabulous quotes for your consideration…

Trust me when I say that not being tactful has left me out in the cold.  When my toes got stepped on, I made as big a fuss as the hens and rooster combined to announce a new egg!

See how kind I can be?  Truth being told, I may have crossed the line a few times when my rights were vandalized, but that was then and this is now.

To have been on the receiving end of a tactful response is where I want to go, just to be sure we can feel at ease about certain conversations.  I simply love a good story.

I wish I could take back things I have said yet I am glad I didn’t stay silent.  Ulcers erupt in the bellies of people who hold a grudge, and I am all for home remedies.  If it “ouches,” I ouch the loudest even though I am relatively quiet.  I bet you are no different.

You got to inhale before reading the next sentence; it is delightfully constructed to drive a point…

Lucretia from Scottsbluff, Nebraska, is the authentic version of a diplomat whose entire life mimics the gently flowing streams amid the pebbles along trails in North Dakota… and Colorado.  She is the butterfly in a fairy tale…

I came upon such streams in awe of their clarity, their sound, their hues… and their form so decorative, I trust angels must step into the flow of the aqua to dance , and wave their wings as a reprieve, or for an encore. Well, that is how I remember my centenarian friend.  The last time I spoke with her on the phone, she simply stated she has to stick around to cheer up the old folks.  She is a legend to me and I will always remember our last get together. Keep Reading

Be Kind as Love Is

Edna Lofing’s favorite Thumper quote “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin at all.”
My own quote: “The sky can never have too many stars…There is room for everyone to shine…”

Intention is placed at the onset of each day.  When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting.  Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart.  I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure.  How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy.  I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine.  Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along.  I keep the ones that speak to my heart.  I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.

”  I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.  

None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta

I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God.  We just share differently the good we do… Keep Reading

Docile Hearts and Education in Four Languages

The assignment suggested in Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy, has taken wings.  When I chose the word “docile” for the letter D, I also considered the word “dependable.”  These two characteristics have allowed me to navigate the skies like migrating birds that find their way to survive the seasons.  The difference is I just kept moving forward and did not return.

A couple of open composition notebooks called EDUCATOR, educator, with handwritten lessons in Spanish.

I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, to parents who fled their native country of Romania.  I learned their language at home and once in kindergarten, Portuguese became my second language.  The desire to learn and belong were in my fabric.  The Catholic nuns at Nossa Señora D’Assuncao kept an orderly classroom where everyone spoke when spoken to in order to respond, and standing up. There were no disciplinary problems.  We must have been a bunch of docile youngsters eager to be in school with paper and pencils neatly stacked on our desks.  The nuns could depend on us to obey the rules and pay attention.

A language is learned word by word and one after the other like putting on socks, then shoes, learning to make the knot and bow, and then taking one step at a time.  That is all there is to it, literally.  Having an ear for words and the ability to mimic the sounds, I found Portuguese to be as fun as the kids, the nuns, all whom I met and heard speaking at school, in the neighborhood, or at the beach.  The simplicity in my first nine years of life primed me for the education that would follow in two other countries. Keep Reading

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At Ho’okipa Beach, the mecca for surfers’ delight where tide pools like this one caress the less brave. Monk Seals are known to sun themselves and turtles abide aside the black lava rocks. I love the heart.

“To see a world in a grain of Sand

And Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.” _ William Blake, 

a fragment from Auguries of Innocence.

William Blake’s quote refreshes my soul like the pool of water refreshed my feet long ago.  What can we extract from Blake’s choice of the word “augury” and “innocence”?  How does a grain of sand coupled with a flower become an omen to behold, a prophecy in disguise, and thereafter even favorable or unfavorable?

I think we are invited to consider the moment at hand.

A few days ago I wrote a blog entitled COME, BECOME ALPHABETICALLY SAVVY, and offered a challenge for you to write something beginning with the letter A through all the way to the letter Z .  The exercise would say a lot about one’s interests in just twenty-six days.  Life is a classroom.  I sought to figure out how I would take to task the suggested word AWARENESS for the letter A.

As Palm Sunday is celebrated, I look from the Hemphill, Texas, woodsy area to the sky for inspiration, and the garden welcomed my visit. Keep Reading

Forgiveness Hand in Hand with Love

“Forgiveness is the fragrance

the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ” _Mark Twain

How did this quote become an old friend’s favorite?  Sometimes a quote

speaks to a wound.  The salve borders on the divine because to for-give

is what we need to yield  in order to avoid collision in our hearts.

The Course in Miracles states “Forgiveness is the key to happiness.”

With these two quotes in mind, one may actually step into those comfortable shoes to avoid blisters and the discomfort thereafter.  This reminds me of the benefit of using Vaseline on the feet before sliding them into socks and sneakers.  It is a way of avoiding blisters.

The heart too can be worn down.  The Vaseline prevention of blisters to the feet can be equated to the thoughts that empower to appease irresponsible blows that literally cause damage. Keep Reading

TRUE Social Justice

I have swept clean my earliest memories as a child. 

I mean, I cleaned them out in a pile of dust for the Potter to mold them into a pitcher.  Now that it is filled, I would like a word about Social Justice.  It begins with being cordial.  There is no way anyone can advance a wholesome relationship without the quality of cordiality.  Any ambassador on a diplomatic post knows this card of success in bringing peace to the table.

I am sincerely baffled by the need for the world to learn more about being kind hearted.  Of course, I am even more disturbed by the fire fueled to burn the legacy of the intelligent thinker.  That’s why I say an incomplete education causes consequential harm in our society.  Mark Twain hit the nail on the head :
Every time you stop a school, you will have to build a jail. What you gain at one end you lose at the other. It’s like feeding a dog on his own tail. It won’t fatten the dog.
– Speech, 11/23/1900

It breaks my heart.  Lies aim to murder the truth.  A test of how serious we are in our belief in God and His power, is in our ability to stick to the truth.  After all, He knows all our secrets.  Therefore, to Him, social justice stands for words intended to fight a cause that was addressed by great thinkers.  Had they been taught, what a great difference they would have made.  I don’t give up on educating because there is no greater joy in any soul than to be in the knowing.  That’s where freedom soars.  Teachers and professors carry the responsibility of the nation’s future.  To deny a proper education is criminal.  To oppose those who give their time to better the lives of others is criminal.  To be infested by an ideology that promotes the destruction of our nation’s Constitution is sickening.  The disrespect has escalated and it is time for the educated to be heard instead.  There is no benefit to listening to the inept.  Who are they?  Easy to spot.  They fling mud at those who do the work.  They are the chameleons that unsuspectingly poison.

To be enslaved by the lies that have been spewed and continue to be spewed, is to be caught in the whirlpool of a cesspool.  Instead of disempowerment,we must choose to discipline ourselves to behave in civilized manners.  To laugh at this grain of truth is to deny the power of faith as large and heavy as a mustard seed.  That’s how little faith most of us have until that instant, that defining split of a second, when the TRUTH sparks, and we become what God intended all humans to be: humane. Keep Reading

Tibetan Terriers

” There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven:…” __ Ecclesiastes 3:1

The cycles in our lives provide us with understanding the need for prayer.  The disciples and the people who gathered and asked Jesus how to pray to God, were given our Lord’s Prayer.  Thanking God for what is good in our life is also heartfelt prayer.  Becoming centered quietly respectfully giving God our pressing problems, rises a peace beyond human understanding.  To negate its power, its glory, its presence  is as foolish as to negate the breath of life taken here on earth.  The next one as our souls depart, is in heaven, just as Reverent Billy Graham said.  Well, maybe the next breath after death is in the somewhere where we face our life in full review.  Here is a quote to consider:  “LORD, help me to become the person my dog thinks I am.” __Dawn Ewing  

I once struck a conversation with a young lady checking out my groceries at Walmart and she said she had just wished God a good day.  She said she just felt it in her heart to wish Him a good day instead of just asking Him to bless her with one.  It still makes me smile.  We ought all do that sometimes…  When King Solomon invoked there is a time for everything, he surely knew God’s plan for us is to learn from one another from youth through maturity.  That cycle of every lifetime is the parentheses in time here on earth to fulfill our purpose to learn and to teach.  The light of love within each being is the source of all good.  We each have a divine purpose, and the sooner we realize this fact, the sooner regrets will be a thing of the past.

A dog’s unconditional love gives me pause.  We should all wish to be the human our dog thinks we are.  Dandelion and Tumbleweed are two Tibetan Terriers born to Princess in Lahaina on Maui, Hawaii.  Their Mom belonged to a grandmother whose grandkids scheduled a pick up in the parking lot of the new Bowling Alley in Wailuku for the folks who had responded to the ad in the Maui Weekly.  Since I had been the first to call in December, they let me choose one from a litter of five.   Dandelion was the nudger in the group.  Her excitement was contagious and had to pick her as the others were waiting in line to choose their treasured pup.  As it turned out, she was the first born.  The three new owners chose a male and two of the other two females.  They were also adopted to live Upcountry in Kula.  Each dog was given an assigned stuffed toy and Dandelion’s hound dog was bigger than she was.  The runt, asleep, and oblivious to all that had already transpired, remained to be chosen by someone who did not show up.  After a half an hour, I debated about switching Dandelion for Tumbleweed as she wouldn’t stop barking.  I asked if I could do so and they said sure, it didn’t matter, one would go to the pound.  That’s how I ended up taking them both. Keep Reading

Garlic Angel

I boil garlic for a half an hour so it’s easy to peel.  Its flavor sneaks into many recipes, and quite frankly, its medicinal functions have kept me in optimal health, despite my MS.  I understand that in France garlic farmers sell it in braids standing on the corners of roads; I can imagine wearing two strands as leis.  Leaving the pearls of bulbs aside, since I can prepare a feast for a group with my eyes closed, I have thoroughly enjoyed discovering the beauty of all I touch to peel, and chop eyes open.  I have a few regrets for not having the camera handy at just the right moment to capture the pose striking a one on one conversation.  Lucky to have found this angel after disassembling the garlic cloves…

It was gift.  I think of Kris Kristofferson’s  humbling lyrics in the song “Why Me Lord?”  This angel stayed with me for years watching my every move.  I feared it would disintegrate on the last move, so I photographed it and framed it.  My garlic angel oversees the meals.  I even give it credit for its heart-shaped countenance…  Is it no wonder I call it a blessing to be met in such meaningful ways, just half way from earth to heaven?  I am so grateful.

My father taught me three prayers:  The Lord’s Prayer most will recognize, another one to my Heavenly Father, and the third to my Guardian Angel, in Romanian. I’ll do my best to translate the last one.

Angel of mine, given to me by God, always be with me and teach me to do good.  I am small, make me big; I am weak, keep me strong; be with me by my side everywhere, and protect me from any or all wrong. “ Keep Reading